Empty and full
Empty yet full, of space and blue
Clouds cannot hold on, there isn’t any glue
Buffering us against the deep cold of space
The sky’s in meditation, watching as we race
We enrich the mind with snapshots of time
Fattening with what’s stale and past its prime
No more the delicate veneer we come with
It relegates reality into a hoary myth
The mind is hermetically sealed
To atoms left behind when everything’s peeled
What magic does it muster?
To hold thoughts in a galactic cluster
If thoughts could burn as easily as sun kissed fog
We would be writing the mind’s epilogue
Wisdom would flash in like a shooting star
We become the sky, host to an eternal lodestar